So, a guy at the mall just felt he needed to recruit me. Maybe make sure I was on the same team with him. He spoke about how “our kind” needed to stick together. By “our kind” he meant people with the same skin colour. He lamented people who interacted with others across skin colour lines.

He told me that “our kind” was better in “our” own little huddle. I listened to his weak reasoning. My policy is never to discount anyone until I’ve heard them out. I didn’t agree with him in this instance, but let him speak his peace anyway.

As he was about to conclude making his case, there was an awkward moment. Ingrid, my wife, came up to the till, where we were, and held me. Yes, that awkward moment.

I didn’t hang around to be berated. I didn’t think much about him. He’s not the first to talk like that. Many share his opinion. In case you still haven’t got it, I’m not that guy. The one who believes in “our kind”, whatever that is, “sticking together…”

It Won’t Work

This is dumb. Worse than naive. It is impossible to “stick together”. We cannot live as if people different from us don’t exist. There will always be people different from us. I’m talking deeper than skin tones.

We miss out on the richness of diversity in perspectives and strengths when we want everyone to be same. Beauty can only be magnified through contrasts. When everything is the same, nothing is different. Doh.

When we don’t cross the lines to interact with people who live, see and act different from us, we will be locked into the weaknesses of our similarities.

At some point we will need something from people different from us. In differing circumstances we will be the minority and we will need to be recognised. To be seen and be reminded we matter.

People like “that” don’t really want what they say they want. Even if he could create a world with just “his kind”, they would soon find other differences to lament about. And soon, they would be only one of them.